We make good time on our march, reaching Galvia in under a week. Under cover of night, we wend our way through the rainforest, finding a hidden valley a little ways south of Shadow-occupied Torvel. Now our division camps amidst the mountains, prepping for battle.
“The Torvellan Pass is where the ambush will happen,” I explain to my audience, gazing around the war tent. Today I’m addressing our cadre of generals, trying to warn them about the impending bloodbath without making it sound too suspicious.
“You mean where it’s likely to happen,” Valen corrects me.
likely“Right, yes. We’ve planned a surprise attack to liberate Torvel. Shadowtroops occupying the city will engage us, luring us up the cliffs.” I trace paths on the maps spread across the central table. Weathered parchment rustles
